Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ukraine and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nation of Ulysses to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.